Legends of Belariath

Melec Ric

The Return Home Part One - Trapped!

Amelinda looked on the man who claimed to be her uncle and she though hard.

She had heard him telling her and her friends that he only wanted to take her back home again. He had promised that despite the old ways of her people, despite the fact that she was the chosen one. He would not allow them to follow the old ways and sacrifice her to their goddess. Amelinda looked on her uncle and she could not see anything else then honesty in his eyes, his manors or her it in his voice.

Amelinda was suffering from a very bad amnesia caused by a severe blow to her head three years ago; she had almost no memories of her people, her family or her village. But just a few hours before the bard, Amon had through some meditation training brought back some horrible memories of her past... She had remembered her father telling her that she, as his only daughter would die on the altar of the ancient temple. She would be give birth to her firstborn on that altar or be sacrificed there... in anyway she would die there, since none of the women of her mothers line had been able to give birth and survive. Now it was a tradition for them to be the chosen ones... to die for their goddess so that their people would survive.

But her uncle had promised that it would not be her fate, he loved her and would not allow her to be killed, or sacrificed. Her uncle, Olov Ordsbryte seemed to convince her friends that he had no intention of harming her.

Olov Ordsbryte growled as he gave Amelinda a stern look.

"So...Amelinda, this...this... Wolven, is your...lover?"

Amelinda nodded to her uncle as she held on to Shadow Wolf.

"Yes...uncle ,he is my love."

Olov Ordsbryte frowned his eyebrows and sighed loudly.

"Then Amelinda...you not only is a slave...you also sleep with...Djur? ...Animals?"

Amon looked sharply on Olov Ordsbryte.

"You have a problem with the one I consider my brother...?"

Amon then added.

"And do you also have problems with elves?"

Olov Ordsbryte turned to the bard and replied.

"That is not the way of our people..."

He got interrupted by Amber Dusk.

"Ey, don't go judging... or this "animal" here will get involved!"

She then turned to Amelinda and demanded.

"Mel! Decide!"

Olov Ordsbryte shrugged.

"There is nothing to decide any longer... Amelinda will come with me...then she may decide if she wants to return, to this...ehm... place."

Amon bard shook his head.

"That's not your choice to make. It's hers and hers alone!"

Morgan Drakewing Looked on them and said.

"Amon...shut up for a minute, okay?"

"No Morgan, I won't. This is up to Mel not us...."

Amon got interrupted by Amber.

"Everyone shut up!"

Olov Ordsbryte ignored Amber and said with a kind and fatherly voice.

"Amelinda, child...come now... you can't stay like this. I let you return if you want to...just come with me now, please?"

Morgan Drakewing huffed.

" Do we have your word that she will make the decision on her own? Without coercion?"

Amon looked at Amelinda and smiled to her.

"Well love...? It's up to you to decide."

Morgan Drakewing still pressed.

"I want your word, Olov."

Amelinda still held close to her beloved Shadow Wolf and almost whispered."

Wolfie... I love you... I always will..."

Amon smiled sadly at Amelinda as she looked on her uncle and then on the soldiers, then on her friends. He could see that she had made her decision and that she had decided what he feared her to do. He heard her say.

"I don't want more violence... or killing here..."

Shadow Wolf glared at Olov and his troops...then gave Amelinda a blank stare...holding his lower jaw as he heard her continue.

" I'll go...Please, respect my wish...please... I don't want any of you killed..."

Shadow Wolf narrowed his eyes...then growled and turned away, he pushed some of Ordbrytes soldiers out of his way. He barely heard Amelinda, as she surprised called for him.

"Wolfie?"

Before he bounded out of sight around one of the corners of the inn, before they could see him crying. He then leaned onto the wall and sobbed silently.

Olov Ordsbryte looked on Amelinda as he smiled and then barked, ordering his soldiers to form marching columns.

Amon looked after Shadow Wolf as he hurried away. He then walked over to Amelinda and putted a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I'll talk to him, don't worry!"

She looked sadly on Amon and pleaded to him softly.

"Please do.. Amon, please talk to him..."

She felt him hug her and kiss her softly on her lips before he stood aside a bit looking for the Wolven.

Morgan Drakewing quietly walked over to Amelinda, and whispered into her ear as he started to unfasten her collar.

"Remember the training..."

Amelinda understood and barely nodded before he whispered again.

"We will wait for you..."

He then hugged her tightly and as she hugged him back she whispered "Tell Victoria I love her. I love you...all....I'll try to get back here.

He nodded as he unfastened Amelindas golden collar with the three emeralds, he putted it in his pocket and said.

"I will save this for you."

She then felt him slide something into her tunic as he kissed her on the cheek and whispered.

"For protection..."

Shadow Wolf stood up and wiped his eyes clear...before he started to make his way back to the front side of the inn... Before he reached Amelinda he saw Amon kiss her on her lips, and she hugged the bard back and kissed him. He then heard Amon say to her.

"I'll be waiting for you love... for as long as it takes..."

Amon then dropped his change appearance spell and looked into Amelindas eyes and smiled softly to her.

"To remember my true face..."

He kissed her one last time and then let go of her, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Olov Ordsbryte looked on them with a growing impatience and then growled.

"Oh, please... come now, Amelinda."

Shadow Wolf remained silent as he watched Amon kiss Amelinda. Then Amon pulled out his flute and begun to play a soft, sad song, his eyes filling with tears as he looked at Amelinda.

Undertow the dark elf, came out of the inn and blinked as he saw the warriors and the people in front of the inn. He walked a little to the side and tried to understand what was going on and if he could use this to his favor in some way.

Morgan Drakewing Looked on her and said quietly.

"Remember..."

Amelinda nodded to Morgan and replied.

"I will."

Shadow Wolf glared at Amon darkly...then Morgan...He thought bitterly for himself that she loves them more than him...then he turned to Mel. Only to find that she turned for Tsuneko that now had moved up to her and looked on her with tears in his eyes.

Amelinda smiled softly and hugged Tsuneko.

"Take care, little cat brother."

Tsuneko hugged her tightly back and cried before he turned away from her.

"Don't forget me Mel"

Amelinda turned around and smiled sadly to Shadow Wolf and as she looked on him she begun to weep.

"Wolfie!"

Shadow Wolf backed away from Amelinda and she looked sad on him and cried.

"I love you...please...noo.. please... don't turn from me now, please?"

She was interrupted by her Uncle.

"Hrm... We must be leaving this... place now..."

She ignored her uncle and still looked on Shadow Wolf.

" Wolfie? Please?"

Olov Ordsbryte growled loud as he glared on her and her friends.

" Amelinda!"

The Bard continued to play the soft song as Ordsbryte begun to walk towards Amelinda. Shadow Wolfed sighed and finally took Amelinda into his arms and hugged her close.

Olov Ordsbryte came up to them and said.

"Please... come now, Amelinda...."

Amon abruptly stopped playing on his flute and turned to Olov Ordsbryte and told him.

"Give her a moment"

Shadow Wolf narrowed his eyes at Amon.. before he realized that Amon was talking to Olov. He then hugged Amelinda closely and felt her shiver in his arms. As he finally let Amelinda go she looked him into his eyes and said softly.

"I love you, I always will...Please remember our promise..... the pact."

She turned around and looked on her uncle.

"I'm ready now."

As Olov Ordsbryte took her hand and led her away to his soldiers she could hear Undertow ask.

"Excuse me...Where is she going?"

The Soldiers parted and made space for Olov Ordsbryte and Amelinda walk in the middle of their ranks, to protect them. As they stood surrounded by the soldiers Amelinda looked back one final time and looked on her friends.

She saw Tsuneko wave to her and how Amon looked on her with longing but also she hoped with understanding. She sighed as she saw Shadow Wolf, hurry into the inn and she could feel his pain, but she could not do anything about it now.

Amon looked On Amelinda as she turned away from them when Olov Ordsbryte barked an order and the soldiers begun to march away from the inn. He heard Undertow remark.

"She musta done something BAD"

Amon narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw Olov Ordsbryte nod to his magician who gave him something, he ignored Undertow for the moment as a suspicion begun to arouse within him. He could hear Olov Ordsbryte bark a new order, "Ge oss en port nu, Azzazaer!"

The wizard opened a huge dimension door right in front of them and the soldiers marched towards the door.

Amon sighed as he watched the soldiers begin to disappear through the Dimension door and he heard Undertow ask him.

"What's going on?"

Amon answered without taking his eyes off Amelinda.

"That's Mels Uncle...He's taking her home..."

Undertow nodded for himself.

"A bad thing I take it?"

Amon shrugged.

"We don't know when she'll return... I love her... I don't want to see her go...

And if she doesn't come back in a month, I'm going looking for her"

"You know what they say, If you love something.... I hate that saying"

Undertow Shrugged to as they both watched Amelinda. They both tensed as they saw Olov Ordsbryte snapped something around Amelindas neck. The could hear Amelindas scream in agony.

"Noooooooooo!"

Her uncle laughed out loud and then he barked.

"Your friends are fools...now you are mine Amelinda! And as you are the chosen one of our people...I will sacrif..."

His words were cut as they walked through the door. Undertow shook his head and Amons eyes widened as he screamed.

"MEL!!!"

Amon started to run as fast he could, desperately trying to get to the door but failed as it closed before he could reach it. He collapsed to his knees were the dimension door had been.

He breathed hard and cried out.

No....No....Nooooo!

Part 2 - The "Purification" ceremony.

Amelinda felt her uncle snap the iron collar around her neck and pull her towards the door and she screamed in agony.

She looked in fear on Olov Ordsbryte as he laughed out and barked.

"Your friends are fools...now you are mine Amelinda! And as you are the chosen one of our people...I will sacrifice you in order to become the chief to our people."

The dimension door closed behind her and her uncle, the wizard and the soldiers.

Suddenly the cold air and the snowy ground were replaced by hot sunshine and warmth.

Amelinda shivered and looked around; through her tears she saw that they were a very, very long way from the Lonely Inn... She was back at her people in her village....the people that wanted her to die for them.

Olov Ordsbryte gave her a hard shove and she fell as she was not prepared for that. As she looked up he gave her a smile.

"Amelinda, dear. You will serve your people and me... I will finally be able to claim the title as chief... And the people will think that your death will make the Goddess to let them live on in peace....But most important... I will at last have my revenge on my brother... by killing the only child of his that still lives."

He laughed coldly and looked into her terrified eyes and grinned.

"Ah, you really don't remember anything do you? You had three little brothers...half brothers, since they didn't have the same mother as you. They and their mother had...some unfortunate accidents, all fatal, I'm afraid....No I'm not... not really since it was on my orders."

He laughed again and turned away a little.

"Just as the attack on you and your father was planned by me...But I'm really happy that you survived, I really need you right now. Sweet Amelinda..."

He turned back to her and looked down on her.

"You ...I nearly screwed up. They were supposed to grab you and hold you at a safe place for some time, until I needed you. Like I do now. But first I had to dispose of your family....Of course."

Amelinda looked back at him and shivered as she saw the madness in his eyes. He was really going to kill her, as he already had killed her father and her family. She had no memories of them, except that she remembered her father dying just in front of her...

He had been almost cut in half by a horrible blow that had hit him in his side. One of his eyes had been hanging on his cheek and he had looked on her and said "Amalthea!"

Amelinda closed her eyes at the memory and as she did her uncle kicked her.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you! I own you, you are nothing.... Nothing! You are collared and MINE!"

Amelinda gasped for air as he kicked her hard and he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.

"You are my own blood, you bitch! And back at that place, being a slave maybe wasn't that bad... but here, you are less worth then the animals! I own you and decide what you will do."

Olov Ordsbryte let go of her and turned the old elven wizard.

"Azzazaer, you old wizard! Do you care to join me and look when my niece get purified?"

Azzazaer smiled and bowed slightly.

"As you wish, my lord."

Olov Ordsbryte grinned.

"I know I can trust you and count on you...."

He smiled to the wizard and nodded towards his warriors and then pointed on Amelinda.

"Take the chosen one, to the temple and ask the high priestess to start the purification , so we then can sacrifice her when the time is ripe..."

Amelinda could hear him laugh as the wizard and the soldiers took her away to the temple.

The High priestess smiled to Amelinda and greeted her.

" We have been waiting for you, chosen one."

Amelinda was in the temple right in front of the altar, on which she would be sacrificed later.

On. She looked down and to think, she breathed deep and slow, as Amon taught her. She heard the priestess say a lot of things she didn't understand as she begun to calm down again. She mustn't allow herself to panic, she told herself again and again. She looked up slowly and tried to look around, she sobbed to hide that she was looking for a way out. There was none.

In front of her the high priestess and that old wizard talked, behind them there were other priestesses and temple-maids. On her sides she had solid stone walls. Behind her the 28 warriors watched her.

"I must wait for my chance, if I get one..." She thought for herself and she tried real hard not to allow her to be scared. She wasn't dead yet... and she had the locket that Morgan had given her. She breathed deep and concentrated to think of nothing, breathing out her fear as Amon had tried to teach her.

Then she heard the High priestess say in common so she could understand.

"Now, sweet child...You must undress and follow me, so we can clean you and make you ready for the purification ceremony."

The priestess snapped her fingers and two of the priestesses came forward and started to undress Amelinda. She didn't protest or struggle, just simply because there was no point at all in doing so. As Amelinda then stood naked in front of the altar heard the High priestess say.

"Now, what is this? A medallion?"

Amelinda slowly turned and saw the high priestess hold the locket that Morgan had sneaked into her tunic. The old elven wizard reached out for it and when he got it he said.

"Hmmm, haven't seen one of these in a long time...."

The High priestess looked curious and then she looked down as Amelinda heard her Uncles voice behind her.

"What? What is that Azzazaer?"

The wizard smiled.

"It's a magical medallion; it kind of leaves a...ehm magical trace. So her friends knows that she lives and might eventually find her."

Olov Ordsbryte looked on the locket and then on his nude niece, he shrugged and asked the wizard.

"Can you destroy it?"

The wizard nodded and Olov Ordsbryte grinned.

"Then do it!"

The wizard nodded again and walked away.

Amelinda was led down to the cellars beneath the temple by the high priestess and she took her into a chamber lit by torches. The chamber contained a high table made of stone, a marble bathtub filled with steaming water and a closed cabinet.

Three priestesses followed them and one of them closed the door behind them. The High priestess nodded to the others and stepped back.

"You may begin, if you please."

Amelinda was motioned towards the bathtub and she was helped to step into the hot water.

To her surprise they were very nice and kind to her and she could just relax as they very carefully washed all of her body. She felt six hands carefully massage her in the hot water and cover her with soapy lather. They worked their way all over her body, not missing as much as an inch. She begun to relax and feel comfortable as they carefully washed her clean.

Then she reminded herself that she must keep her control and not allow her self to drift off and enjoying the pleasure they gave her.

She breathed deep and slow as she felt her breasts being rubbed and her nipples hardened as they was teased. She swallowed as she felt two of the priestesses begin to wash her nether regions. Amelinda felt one of them caress all over her slit and the other concentrated on her ass, the cleft between her buttocks. She took a deep breath as her pussy lips were parted and she felt them wash her vagina and her anal.

Then they stopped and she was helped out of the bathtub. They helped her to lie down on the stone table and withdrew as the High priestess moved towards her.

Amelinda tensed a little as she saw the sharp knife in the High priestess hand. She thought.

"She can't...not yet...." Amelinda was calmed as she saw that it was a razor and she heard the High priestess say to her.

"Easy child, I'm not going to hurt you."

As the High priestess slowly begun to shave Amelinda's pussy, Amelinda concentrated to lay still so she wouldn't be cut by accident.

It felt odd to have her pubic hair removed and she somehow felt a lot more naked, more vulnerable. She looked down as the High priestess had finished shaving her, she saw her own pussy being absolutely clean shaved.

Before Amelinda had a chance to think about that, she could smell a soothing fragrance and the priestesses begun to pour copious amounts of warm and scented oil over her body.

They begun to massage her and worked the scented oil into her skin, rubbing her hard but still carefully all over her body. She closed her eyes as one priestess massaged her face, head and down on her neck. She breathed deeper again as she felt them pour even more oil over her and massaged her breasts and her shaved pussy. The fragrant oils they used on her made her skin feel like it was on fire. It wasn't painful, she just felt very hot and as if her blood was boiling with passion. They turned her over and poured the oil over her backside and begun to rub it into her skin. Amelinda gasped softly of pleasure and she felt her pussy start to get moist from excitement. The High priestess slowly stroked Amelindas forehead and smiled to her.

"You are feeling the sensations, aren't you? Sweet child, don't resist it, just give in to your pleasure... Your purification ceremony is just about to start. Then you will be a human again... Your peaks of your passion will purify your body and mind, just enjoy it..."

The High priestess chuckled and turned for the door, she was smiling to the other priestesses.

"She is ready now, I'll go and make sure that everything is ready and I'll tell Ordsbryte...You'll finish this and bring her up to the altar."

She went out of the chamber and Amelinda closed her eyes and thought as she felt the scented oil make her even hotter.

"I must control my body...it is my only chance...If I come...they consider me purified and they will sacrifice me..."

She took deep breaths and through her burning mind she remembered the training she had got, she silently begun mumbling her mantra. Slowly she could force the pleasure out of her conscious mind. The priestesses wiped the excess oil from her body and helped her to stand up. Then they led her up from the cellar and into the main room of the temple.

Amelinda was standing in front of the people that had come to watch her get purified. Her uncle grinned at her as he was comfortably seated close to the altar. He then nodded to the High priestess that stood in front of the other twenty four priestesses, to give her his approval to begin.

Amelinda was moved to the altar and they tied her to it, she was now standing spread eagle with the edge of the altar to her back. The High priestess took a small bowl with black dye and painted some symbols on Amelinda's face. She then moved her hand down to Amelinda's pussy and pushed her index finger into the moistness an smiled and announced with a loud voice.

"This fouled female slave, The Chosen One of our Goddess, is now ready to be purified, her body and soul is ready to be clean. She will once again be a human, and she will serve her purpose to our people and to our Goddess."

Amelinda breathed harder as she felt the High priestess move her finger inside her moist pussy. She felt the intruding finger rub over her inner walls and tease her g-spot. Then as Amelinda gasped softly the High priestess pressed also her middle finger into Amelinda's pussy and rubbed the inside while her other hand caressed Amelinda's pussy lips and her clit.

Amelinda bit her lower lip and breathed deep, to avoid to moan. That would break her control of her body and her pleasure. She concentrated hard on her mantra and repeated it time after time for herself as she felt the High priestess continue to caress her pussy and her clit.

Then Amelinda felt her pussy start to flow and she gasped softly, trying to breathe deep and slowly. The High priestess held a small bowl to Amelinda's pussy lips and collected some of the honeyed nectar that dripped from her. The High priestess then walked back behind the altar and begun to chant. The other priestesses fell in and chanted with her as the High priestess took the small hairs that she had shaven from Amelinda's pussy and dipped them into Amelinda's sweet honey. Then she threw the sodden pubic hairs into a flame that was burning behind the altar. As the hair burned the chant got louder and one priestess walked to Amelinda and kneeled in front of her. Amelinda still concentrated on her mantra as she felt the priestess slowly begun to lick her wet pussy. The tongue probed her pussy lips and she could feel the priestess stroke the clit as she licked her pussy. Amelinda bit her lip again and tried to pull herself together, she forced herself to breath deep and slow as she repeated her mantra in her mind. The priestess then finished licking and got up on her feet, she turned to the crowd and walked slowly to one man and kissed him, charring Amelindas sweet juice with him as they kissed. The man then was led by the priestess to the altar and she removed his clothes and revealed his hardening manhood.

Amelinda heard the priestesses chant and she looked on the man in front of her. She felt his hands on her hips as he maneuvered his cock in position. Then he pushed his throbbing cock deep into her moist pussy and he begun to thrust. She felt him push deeper with his thrusts and she gasped softly still fighting the oil that had started her arousal. She mumbled her mantra and she could feel that she gained control; she could feel the flow of her pussy decrease. The man however soon climaxed and spurted his seed into her before she could stop her flow. He pulled out and went back into the crowd, ashamed that he had failed and not had her to climax before his own.

Amelinda closed her eyes and smiled to herself, -it was working!

The High priestess frowned a little and nodded to the next of the priestesses that moved up to Amelinda and sat down before her. She also begun to lick Amelinda's pussy but now Amelinda concentrated and had control. After a while the priestess stood up again and shook her head to the High priestess that looked furious on her and walked around the altar. She felt on and inside Amelinda's pussy and then looked with awe on Amelinda and said.

"It's not possible....no one has been able to withstand the..."

She looked on Ordsbryte and said.

" We can't continue...She is the one, but she..."

Olov Ordsbryte interrupted her.

"It can't be stopped now... I need her to be sacrificed!"

The High priestess looked coldly on Ordsbryte.

"Even if she is the chosen, she can't be sacrificed without being pure! That would mean disaster to us!"

The old elven wizard stepped forward and smiled.

"Then perhaps I can be of some assistance...."

He walked up to the High priestess and Amelinda and smiled to Amelinda as he laid his hand on her forehead.

"Child, you have been taught well! I'll must find whoever taught you this, and tell him that you made good honor to him. But alas, you will not be able to withstand this!"

Amelinda opened her eyes wide as she understood what he would do to her and she whimpered as he cast sweet bliss on her, and then her mind went blank.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Olov Ordsbryte mused as he heard his niece again scream so loudly as she had yet another powerful orgasm. As the last man pulled his cock out of her pussy as he had given her his seed, Ordsbryte rose from his seat and walked up to the altar, motioning for his wizard to follow him. They stopped just a little aside from the altar as the High priestess chanted the final chant and proclaimed.

"This human woman, Amelinda...The Chosen One. Is now pure! She has been purified in body and soul."

Ordsbryte then walked up to Amelinda and nodded to the wizard who cancelled the Sweet bliss spell. The Ordsbryte looked down on his niece.

" Well Amelinda, sweet niece. You have fought, and lost...It is really a pity that your father can't see this... you who was his pride, a bright young warrior...humiliated and helpless like this."

Amelinda barely managed to open her eyes as she was close to unconsciousness from exhaustion and she panted.

"That...was not fair...I was... sweet blissed... you....bastard..."

He laughed at his exhausted niece.

"Ah...I was beginning to wonder where the fighting spirit of yours were. Pity, that it will not do you any good now!"

Amelinda closed her eyes to tired to put words to her feelings, to tired to care and to tired to even stay awake. Her uncle grinned and stroked her face and whispered to her.

"Well, enjoy these last days you got... I'll see you later, at your sacrificial."

But Amelinda was already sleeping.

Part 3 - The Sacrifice of The Chosen one.

When Amelinda woke up, she was laying on the floor of a hut. She stretched her still naked body on the straw that was strewn over the earthy floor and glanced around. The hut was rather small with a single small and barred window and a small wooden door. She sat up and felt over her body, she was still unhurt and she felt rested. She wondered for how long she had been sleeping. Then she remembered it all and she suddenly felt fouled and used. They had put her trough the Purification Ceremony, that had involved her being forced to have sex with a large number of men from the village. Then she had passed out from sexual exhaustion, and they had brought her here and locked her inside.

Amelinda sat there in the hut and hugged herself as she slowly cried in misery. She was now in the eyes of her people, ready to be sacrificed, she was doomed.

She closed her eyes and shivered as she wept for herself when suddenly she could feel a presence close to her. It was as if she could if not hear the feel the flapping of large wings, and she then could almost feel herself being embraced by soft feathers. Amelinda stopped sobbing and opened her eyes, but she was still alone. But somehow she felt a little better in mood, stronger in her heart.

She stood up and breathed deep and then whispered.

"Victoria... if you can hear me.... I promise, I will not break, I will find a way out of this....."

Amelinda sat down again with her legs crossed and closed her eyes. She must gather all the strength of her mind and she must remember all the teaching her friends had given her.

It was later as she was disrupted from her meditation when the door opened and she saw two young women clad in white clothes enter her hut. They brought a pitcher with water and a tray with some bread. Amelinda looked on them and smiled, they were muscular and they had some markings made with paint in their faces. Amelinda realized that they were temple maids, actually female warriors, with the same training as she herself had received as younger. They smiled at her and offered her the food and the water, Amelinda felt very hungry and thirsty and begun to eat as they watched her.

When she tried to talk to the two warrior women, they just shook their heads to her. Amelinda didn't know if they didn't talk common or were forbidden to talk with her. After she had finished her food they took the plate and the pitcher and left her again.

After they locked the door Amelinda moved to the door and felt on it, she couldn't budge it and it felt very solid.. She moved to the small window and felt on the bars, they seemed to be very solid. She then searched the hut carefully but found that it only contained the straw on the floor for her to sleep on and a wooden bucket for her to use as a privy.

Amelinda couldn't think of any way for her to break out of the hut that in fact was her prison, she sat down on the straw and closed her eyes that became moist again. She felt that her breasts was strained as they were full of her milk and she also felt a growing longing for her dearly beloved, Shadow Wolf. She shivered as she tried to milk herself to relieve the strain and begun to weep and whispered almost as a prayer.

"Wolfie, my dear Wolfie... I'm...sorry... I will not see you again. Please.... Don't forget my... and my love for you..."

Many days passed in almost the same form. Amelinda waited in her prison for her death, it could be any day now that they would sacrifice her. She watched the people from her small window and saw that they lived simple but happy lives. She saw and heard the children play and she felt a loss as she still couldn't remember her life here, she must have been just like them, living and easy and happy life. Amelinda also meditated a lot and was only disturbed by the beautiful female warriors that brought her water and bread. They also emptied her bucket for her. She soon lost all track of the days and she now could feel that she begun to accept her fate.

Then one evening she had a unexpected visitor, the door opened and a cloaked man came into her hut and sat down as the female warriors closed the door. He removed his cloak and she could see his face and his hair that was white by his old age as well as his pointed ears and she gasped.

"The wizard!"

He smiled to her and nodded slowly.

"Yes, my child. It is I Azzazaer. Do not be alarmed, I'm not going to hurt you in any way. I must speak to you in a urgent matter."

Amelinda looked puzzled upon him.

"Urgent? What do you mean?"

The old wizard lowered his voice a little.

"It is about you and your people; do you wish to save them and your life?"

Amelinda looked even more puzzled on him and nodded.

"But, they are going to be saved....by sacrificing me, aren't they?"

Azzazaer shook his head slightly. "Yes, by their beliefs... No, by the will of your uncle."

Amelinda frowned and listened as he continued.

"Your uncle...is completely mad. And he doesn't listen to me anymore. He needs you to be sacrificed because that ceremony will also make him the chief of your people. Right now he is the war-chief, the High priestess is acting as the chief until there is a new chief, your uncle.

Right now your uncle has some power, but not all power. When he becomes the chief he will have the absolute power over your people, except for the religious power."

The wizard looked on Amelinda and sat silent for a little while and the he spoke again.

"When we fetched you, your uncle saw the different people at that inn, the diversity of races and he is convinced that the warriors and your people will be able to conquer them in battle. He now aims not only to be the chief of your people but to take most of the other people by force and be the ruler of most of the world. It is insanity of course; I've tried to explain that it is impossible. That he and your people know nothing about magic and that there are other warriors that will fight them and have the support of magic."

Amelinda saw that the wizard was really upset and she asked.

"But if they can't win...why will my uncle even try?"

Azzazaer snarled.

"Because he thinks your sacrifice will make him invincible... When I told him about magic he just declared that he would kill all the wizards and witches first, then he would kill all the warriors and enslave the lesser races... He is mad... If he tries this he will only succeed in wiping out your people... Unless..."

Amelinda looked him into his face.

"Unless?"

The wizard smiled back at her and nodded.

"Unless we stop him from becoming the chief."

"Then we must stop them from sacrificing me?"

Azzazaer nodded.

"I will help you to get back to that place we took you from, if I can....otherwise... I must..."

He looked at Amelinda who looked down and then nodded slowly.

"Otherwise you must kill me before they can sacrifice me..."

Azzazaer smiled sadly and said.

"Yes, but only if there is no other way... Lets go, they will soon come for you for it is almost time for the ceremony."

Amelinda nodded and she took a deep breath as they stood up. Azzazaer knocked on the door and the two female warriors opened it, only to be surprised as Azzazaer cast sweet bliss on them both and they slumped to the ground. Amelinda followed the wizard as he led her towards the forest.

"We must get out of the village; I must have some of my things before we can get away from here."

Amelinda then heard some people shout behind them and Azzazaer yelled. "They are on to us! Run!"

Amelinda begun to run and Azzazaer followed her as someone was firing arrows at them, the old wizard gave a cursed scream as he fell. Amelinda stopped and saw that he had been hit by an arrow in his right leg and she also saw that some villagers was running towards him and someone shouted in common.

"The magician! He tried to take the chosen one! Kill him! Burn the magician!"

Azzazaer slowly stood up and pulled out a short sword, he cried to Amelinda as he saw her frown and her eyes went cold.

"Nooo! Amelinda...run! Run for your life!"

She didn't hear him as she instead charged their attackers. They were armed with different tools and only a few of them had real weapons. Amelinda ran towards the closest one and stuck him hard in his face, as he stumbled she kicked another one in his groin and twitched the first ones head, snapping his neck. Azzazaer tried to defend himself and to get time to cast spells but Amelinda could see how he received a nasty blow from a sword and he fell backwards into some bushes. That increased her own desperation and her fury, she fought hard and she somehow kept her mind cool and under control. She knew she couldn't win, but she hoped to inflict enough pain and anger so someone would kill her in rage.

Amelinda spun around and kicked high, she felt her foot hit a man's yaw bone and she saw his head snap back and he fell with his neck broken. She then parried some blows from another man before she could hit him hard with a couple of blows that sent him to the ground. She then was hit by a hard strike and she fell and rolled quickly on to her back and kicked her attacker right between his legs. Then she got back onto her feet and fought even harder and the fight became a blur of kicks and stroked and parries, with occasional evasive actions until they finally charged her all at the same time. She went down struggling against them before everything went black for her.

Amelinda woke up to a world of pain, she could feel most parts of her body hurt and someone was slapping her face hard. She tried to move but couldn't and as she opened her eyes she saw her uncle grinning down at her and slapping her a final time.

"Ah, so you are awake now? I'm glad to tell you that you failed, again. That treacherous wizard is gone and you are still alive, but not for long."

He laughed and Amelinda realized her position. She was tied, spread eagle on top of the altar in the temple. She felt the cold stone under her back, she could see that her body was bruised from the fight and she could also see that all the people was standing outside the temple and watched her. She closed her eyes and whimpered in despair, and her uncle grinned again and said.

" I had to wake you up, didn't want you to miss your own sacrifice. And sweet niece, it will be long and painful, but I promise you this. I will drink your blood and the last thing you will see is me eating your still beating heart. That is the final for you. That will make me the chief of our people, the blessed one. And I have great, glorious plans for the future of our people!"

He begun to laugh again and Amelinda saw the High priestess move closer and nod to Olov Ordsbryte. He smiled to her and nodded and said to Amelinda before he moved away.

"It is time for the ceremony to begin now, enjoy it... I will!"

Amelinda looked on her Uncle as he walked out of the temple and joined the crowd outside as the High priestess begun to chant. She then as she still chanted begun to pour some oily fluid onto Amelinda's trembling body and she smeared it over her front side. It felt burning and Amelinda whimpered and tried to move as she saw the High priestess draw a large curved dagger and moved around her, almost dancing to her own chant. Amelinda kept her eyes on the dagger that would be her death; the High priestess slowly moved it over her body and then placed its sharp point between her breasts. Amelinda whimpered as she felt the cold bronze dagger slowly penetrate her skin and the point rested against her breast bone. She stopped breathing and though only on her love, Shadow Wolf as she waited for the final thrust that would kill her. Instead the High priestess chanted higher and Amelinda screamed as she felt the bronze dagger slowly move down on her body, cutting her skin all the way down to her shaved mound. Amelinda gasped as the High priestess raised the dagger from her, and said some ceremonial words loud. Amelinda felt her long wound begin to bleed, the altar was not exactly horizontal and the blood trickled down over her pussy and into a carved slot in the stone that stretched between her legs and over the edge of the altar. She wasn't cut deep just enough to make her bleed, she realized that her uncle hadn't tried to scare her, it would take time for her to die. The High priestess once again moved the dagger onto Amelindas shivering body, to cut her again. Amelinda looked with terror how the sharp bronze dagger slowly was moved to her right breast and stopped with its point just above her nipple.

The High priestess shouted something and all the people outside the temple kneeled and put their faces onto the ground. Then Amelinda heard a muted sound and a hand took a firm grip on the dagger and removed it from her body. She looked up and saw a pained, sweaty face with pointed ears look down on her as Azzazaer gently let the High priestess down onto the floor. He signed to Amelinda to keep quiet and then cut the ropes that tied her. He gasped a little of pain as he helped her down from the altar and Amelinda could she that he was terribly hurt. He smiled weakly as they moved away from the altar and hurried out through a side door that led out of the temple. She could hear her uncle cry out in fury.

"NOOOO!!! Get her back!!!"

Azzazaer fell to his knees and said panting.

"I'm finished....I have only strength for one last spell.... Listen to me, your uncle will try to find you again...it will take him time since he doesn't have a wizard."

The sound of people with weapons grew stronger and Azzazaer continued hastily. "If he finds you...don't let him take you alive! He doesn't know about Unigo...nobody here except the two of us do know about that....if he finds you and he sees you die...he think he have lost...forever..."

Amelinda held the dying wizard as he gave her back the locket that he had taken before.

"Here, I think you need it on the other side of the door..."

Azzazaer concentrated and opened a dimension door about 20 paces away from them. Amelinda looked on him and said and pulled on him.

"Come with me...please...come!"

Azzazaer shook his head.

"It is to late, my time has come...if I move... the door will collapse... I have no strength to both move and.... Hurry girl I can't hold it open much longer!"

Amelinda saw their pursuers arrive and some had bows and they begun to fire at her and the wizard. She let go of Azzazaer and bolted for the dimension door. When she got halfway to the door she fell as an arrow hit her left thigh and as she crashed to the ground she felt another one hit her left side. She cried out in pain and she heard the wizard urge her on.

"Hurry Amelinda...can't hold it...Go!"

Somehow she managed to get back onto her feet and as she stumbled through the door she heard her uncle scream in terror.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Then she once more felt the cold and she collapsed into the snow as the door closed behind her. She felt the snow against her naked body and she leant against a tree, she held the locket close and hoped that someone would find her before she froze or bled to death.

Amelinda looked up into the sky, she shivered and said.

" I kept my promise....Wolfie... I am back..."

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